Tag: justice

It is Rare

It is rare that we hear the truth from leaning liars,

and we find ourselves assigned apologies that are

spun and woven as spider’s webs to placate and push

away critics and the fearful future of resignations.

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It is rare that we hear of poverty on the agenda

of the wealth driven economies of the wide world, 

and so they wallow, wreathed in smiles, trading

joy for the piercing the pain of the prevalent poor.

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It is rare that the rapist is prosecuted and their

violated victim able to see right justice visited,

and proper judgements meaning a perpetrator

is behind prison bars of civilised sentencing.

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It is rare that royalty faces the full force of 

the law and paedophile’s are held to account,

wealthy or poor, public or private, halted for

each vulnerable child deserves to live safely.

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It is rare that we find good overcoming evil,

as vice, calumny and cruelty are newsworthy

but the good is oft interred and the efforts of

hard working folk is the quiet grace of God.

Save the Life of a Child

You look at the pictures of that abused child,

you ain’t no better than the one that did the vile

thing to that sweet innocent little bundle, that 

should be full of joy and you filled her with 

filth and degraded her little form, that ain’t norm.

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You got them on dat computer of yours and turn

it on,

while those caught kiddies they done nothing

to deserve being brutalled and sometimes totalled, 

for you on your tech to insanely, sickenly burn.

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Them judges don’t seem to realise, they summarise

your behaviour as less than that one what did the

terrible, horrible, vile violations to a dear little one.

You looked at them and paid, you did that thing to

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that little face that cries and hurts, sick at heart,

just so that some sick pervert scans their photo.

So, if you be a judge, they be deserving the same

as those that stole that little child’s spirit and life.

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Those children are suffering, used for buffering

a bank account, that’s the amount they matter,

Look at their eyes, see the reflection and note,

You should be the one in correction and fighting

and righting the porn and scorn of helpless kids.

The Harrowing of Hell

Is it within, without, was it always

someone else’s tool that they used

to abuse, confuse and cruise their

hate through another’s quick crisis.

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Hell hath no fury? Give them hell.

Hell is – other people said Sartre,

The road to hell is paved with –

good intentions. I felt like hell; are

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just the many man made ways we 

use a word that holds the world in

contempt; forgets to tell of the one

who came to hell and withstood its

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snares, despair, and vile wares.

He sparred as he harrowed hell 

on a lonely hillside, braved alone, 

and faced the dreadful darkness down.

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He attacked it within and as death

lost its power. he cowered it across

the land, until hell punched the air

with joy over the sealed dark tomb.

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Dead, he harrowed evil o’er and more,

til he rose above the empty grave,

and hope erupted, gilding the day

and building a way for you and for 

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me to crush and push and thrust

hell, hushing its voice in a troubled

land and hassling it in our hearts

to pulse anew with joy and grace.

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To seek it, wreak it, break it and 

there in the darkest moment we

will find the candle set there by

a loving, grieving pearl of God.